Hello, Mr. Crowder, How you feeling today?

I got the pound of weed ready, And the leafs in the safe

Pen & pad at the desk, And the beats we gon playI know you work too fucking hard, So we gon give you your space

I′m like okay, I'm a monster so this shit should be nothing

And the sound I heard grooved, Could feel it move in my stomach

And the words hit the pad, I always knew what I wanted

Get the profit up, And get the new blues by the hundreds

Listen to me I′m not a sucker, It's not in my blood

Respect the last name

The way we stunting made em fall in love, All about the change

Keep it pumping 'til it′s all for us, Drop ′em where he stay

Door bust in, Then we call a bluff

Push the dream forward bitch, That's the only way

Always got the team pouring up, Man I need the drank

Pull up blowing stank, Bring the drops in panties

They can′t stand me

But they love me because they know my rank, What you think?

I be buzzing homie, I try to keep a cup up on me

Smoke the runtz with OG

Now I'm serving niggas, Cut the joking

The feared has arrived, Merking everybody north & south of 95

Now I′m going out

I keep the eye and smith & on my side

Nigga close ya mouth, I'll have my lil niggas in your ride

Put the gun up to your face, Tell your pussy ass to drive

Park up in the alley then they blast em, Count to fucking 5

I′m a hardworking man, Don't ever play with my earnings

Try to call me if you can, I'm moving work to my germans

Put a pause on all your men, And they gonna fall to the curtains

See me, my longevity is reaching it′s verdict

I want the heavy cream but everything is not on the surface

This took precious thought, And I′ve been putting heart in my service

I found my purpose and it's genocide, Say this for the 2nd time

Push the dream forward, So when I play it

Gotta press rewind

Put my team on, Speak about them highly to the highs

It won′t mean nothing if I can't enjoy it with my fucking guys

Lines from way back, know I slay tracks

Ride the wave, I push your waves back

Earndhart, I′m eyeing from the racetrack

Been blessed with the knowledge and I promise I won't waste that

A nigga went to college but I ain′t feel it at all

Mind was feeling different options, how to kill it with these songs

Dealing with the fact my boy got 15, but he home

We've been smoking pouring remix by the dueces and the 4's

Trynna show him what he leaving, Know I love him that′s fasho

Let you trick niggas know what the real is

Hoping that my skill get nasty like them dill chips

Wrapped in plastic be the satin bitch you can′t feel this